Chapter Two: The Price of One Person

“The driver said we must recover our things,” Henry said. “But if one person disappears each time—” “Fewer and fewer return,” Mia finished. An engine started outside. Sergei sat behind the wheel, placing a route board against the windshield: VALLON—EURYDICE. NINE SEATS. Nine had been crossed out and replaced with eight. Lin struck the door. Through the glass Sergei silently formed two words. Don't buy. Then he lifted his gloved right hand. Between leather and sleeve was a narrow band of gray wool.